Summary:

It was the strangest drunken sensation he’d ever felt in his life — the whoosh that immediately followed and the sudden lightness of his limbs. Blinking in slow surprise, Ilya looked down and realized that he was, much to his chagrin, now stuck against his bedroom wall, his wrists seemingly glued on either side of him.

“Booby trap,” he whispered, giggling to himself as he tugged at his bindings.

There was a scuffling noise and Ilya looked up just in time to watch in awe as Shane Hollander literally dropped down from the ceiling.

Or, Ilya’s (hot) new roommate might be a spider. Ilya has a crush on him anyway.